Our Senses
I feel you in paintings
Old movies and books
In my hair; my lips
In every corner I look
I smell you in flowers
Sweet oranges and fresh air
In my room; our bed
In book pages with tears
I hear you in silence
Warm whispers and delight
In my wishes; my cries
In crickets chirping through night
I taste you in cocoa
Sweet cookies and pie
In my pastries; my picnics
In clouds hanging from the sky
I see you in pictures
Aged bricks and tea
In my love; my memories
and in our weeping cherry tree
